Hollow

At last, in me, one half of whatever seems purely hollow,
Without question, I am your sin and I shall gladly follow.

To no end, to the four corners of each square,
Yet, it is all just too real... it is all just too unfair.

I would throw you away... or burn you in cold flames,
But you are not real... you are not bound by my names.

Shhh! Listen... can you not hear the frequencies of pain?
No?... But this is where they belong! This is their domain!

Never let go... because I am here... at your very side,
Never let go... because I am your friend... or so I've tried.

At last, in me, one half of whatever seems purely hollow,
The other, poisoned love so hard to resist, so easy to swallow.